poet, humanist, blogfor equality, peace,former dancer. US born now in Stockholm. 500px FB TUMBLR , KIK wordpress; daninstockholm@gmail.com.

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Just A Peek Thinking About You Happy Birthday! A peek in to wish a friend a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. You know who You are. Have a wonderful day!! ❤️????????????????????? Not My Pic
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This is on a party boat, named Patricia, permanently moored here in Stockholm. Hanging Out Statue Taking Photos Södermalm EyeEm Best Shots EyeEm Best Shots - Black + White Stockholm Eye4black&white  Eye4photography
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Open The Door I Have A Story To Tell Early morning 25th of November, a cold wet morning, Gunbrit awakened and thought back in time. Tomorrow would be her 100th birthday and she wondered if anyone would remember. Bengt, her husband had passed long ago, and she had not spoken to her only child, Ole, in years. She remembered the last conversation they had together. It was the First of May, International Workers Day. She had just found out that he was going to demonstrate with the Nazis. She told him she was ashamed of him and never wanted to see his face again. Those words haunted her as she faced the morning, as they had every morning since then. Sweden was, to her, the most free country in the world and her pride in that reputation was enormous. She had been a lifelong member of the left party, strong and proud in her belief in the equality of all, a fact which no doubt fuelled her adamant refusal to make amends with her son. She had, in fact, not spoken his name in years. Though she was fragile of course, at her advanced age, she was still spry mentally and maintained a semblance of self sufficency surprising for someone at 100 years. She got out of bed and went to start the day. Her home assistant would be there soon to help her with breakfast and all that went into her increasingly limited existence. She rarely left the apartment anymore for health reasons she felt her world was collapsing in on it's self. She turned on the radio, the volume very high so she could hear it, Always station P1, she hadn't missed the program "God Morgon Världen" in a very long time, she felt like she was friends with the hosts. It brought her pleasure to hear their voices. She remembered the flower shop that she and her late husband had opened down the block. They had owned it for 30 years before retiring. The money the had made selling it went to travel. They both loved life and always went with the moment, a fact that she never regretted even though she had precious little money now. In the many years in the neighborhood she had made many friends, but sadly she had outlived those who had not moved on and she was always bad at staying in touch. That meant that there was no one around that she felt close to, that she could talk to or invite to a fika. Her upcoming birthday was a reminder of her isolation. Maria was to be her assistant that day, she tried to be nice to Gunbrit but it was difficult. With her own problems to deal with and the work conditions, constant understaffing causing the most unreasonable demands, Maria didn't have the time or energy to do what the job required. Gunbrit loved the flowers she brought, but always wished that Maria could stay longer. Maria had made plans to have a small celebration for her birthday tomorrow, a princess cake and a card together with flowers, but that was tomorrow. Today, she was running late and trying hard to get there on time. She knew that Gunbrit,, even with her stubborn self sufficency needed much help. Digging her keys out of her handbag, Maria opened the door to find Gunbrit on the floor. She rushed to determine what had happened and if she was breathing. As she leaned over, she heard Gunbrit mutter a word with her last breath, a word she hadn't said in decades, "Ole".
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Saying Goodbye This makes me very sad but it is time for me to leave. I don't know if i will be back, perhaps if eyeem changes their ridiculous policies i might reconsider but at this point it's doubtful. I've met some wonderful people here and i'll miss you very much. If you wish, you may follow me on either of these other sites tumblr, wordpress, youpic, 500px, twitter, or pinterest all with the username; daninstockholm. Take care. Be well.
Nick Brandt 2. This is the other print we bought. He is an amazing photographer. Nick Brandt Animals EyeEm Best Shots EyeEm Best Shots - Black + White Eye4photography  Not My Pic
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Open The Door I Have A Story To Tell The door. Introduction. This photo was taken last night as i waited for the bus to take me to work. As you can see it's of a normal entry into a normal apartment building. The outside is covered up with scafolding and netting now because they are putting a new facade on. I started to wonder who lived there? What stories do they have? I'm going to use this door to tell their stories. Just a couple of paragraphs for each tenant together with a new edit of the pic, the lady who turns 100, the quiet guy no one remembers, the angry young man, the asylum seeker. I hope you find it intriguing.
I know i said i was not going to post here, but this is too important not to share, and i miss some of You. There is a lot of discussion in europe about banning begging. In fact Norway cane VERY close to doing that. Being poor is NOT a crime. Visit www.povertyisnotacrime.org to find out what you can do. Humaninterest We Think Sometimes That Poverty Is Only Being Hungry, Naked And Homeless. The Poverty Of Being Unwanted, Unloved And Uncared For Is The Greatest Poverty. We Must Start In Our Own Homes To Remedy This Kind Of Poverty -Mother Teresa Poverty Is Not A Crime Begging Sad
This Is NOT Porn ! Screw It It's My Own While I decide whether or not to leave this mess, find me at any of these sites; wordpress, 500px, tumblr, youpic or Pinterest. The username is the same as here: daninstockholm. Hope to see you there!!! Pity this place is what it is.
Nick Brandt 1. Finally proud owners of a copy of this amazing print. Nick Brandt rarely uses a telescopic lens rather he patiently earns the trust of the animals by moving closer over a very long period of time to get unbelievably close. This magestic elephant was absolutely as close as he seems. He says "It's as much about the atmosphere of the place as the animals" Sadly even though he was the leader of his pack he was butchered by poachers not long after this photo was taken. Nick Brandt EyeEm Best Shots Animals EyeEm Best Shots - Black + White Not My Pic
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